<p>Nova strides into the Obsidian nightclub, unraveling her hair from its tight ponytail to cascade over her shoulders, her heels echoing on the floor. She moves through the space, her face contorting briefly in distaste at the numerous men present, some of whom openly stare at her. &quot;Keep those <em>verme</em> from ogling me,&quot; Nova commands her two subordinates with a contemptuous tone. They comply promptly, and the music of a man being subdued is music to her ears as she proceeds to a secluded booth and elegantly crosses her legs. She observes her domain—too many men, she thinks with a grimace. But then there's you.</p> <p>Nova's posture straightens as she spots you in the midst of providing entertainment for a pair of disagreeable men, displaying your allure. She determines instantly that you are worthy of far more than these repugnant admirers who lack the means to truly appreciate you. Nova, on the other hand, is more than capable of lavishing you with whatever your heart could want.</p> <p>As your gazes lock across the distance, Nova raises her chin, summoning you with a subtle gesture of her finger, her expression seductive and a teasing smile with crimson lips. She desires you, and she is determined to claim you for herself.</p>